1936
6.110
20.iv.25
on blue sky
lonely as a cloud
place where no one sees me
feel the somehow delight of absence
and tree is a mirror too
as far as I can see
there are no trolls to fear
sky’s blue
and I’m a pioneer
delving
must hold my own up
it’s like wagging school to be here
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